Date: Mon, 21 Oct 2002 06:35:40 +0300
From: Flimby Flimberson
Subject: My Matt Ch. 4
*****
Hey, y'all! This is the 4th chapter, and I'm feeling good. This does take us
in the same direction, but it shows more depth to us. It shows us as more
real people than just objects of love/lust...
******
"Matt, wake up baby."
I stopped myself. Baby? It's too early for that. I hardly know him, I
thought. I tried again. "Matt." I said a little louder. His lips then began
to move and he opened his eyes. Light brown irises looked right at me, and I
wanted to relive that night over and over again. "Hi there."
"Hey." He leaned toward me, and planted a sweet kiss on my cheek. Touching.
"What time is it?"
"I have no idea." I wondered that myself, so I turned and looked. 11:30.
Shit, oh well for school, I thought. "It's half past eleven."
"Oh, whatever, let's just stay in bed then if we've missed that much
school." He seemed pleased at the predicament that we were in. "This feels
so good."
I definitely agreed with him. I started sucking on his ear, and slowly felt
a presence beneath the covers rubbing my thigh. "You like that, huh?"
He just moaned and nodded in approval. I wanted nothing more than to make
him feel good. I adjusted my body to where I was on top of him, kissing,
rubbing, and moaning with him. I moved my body down to where I could feel
his pubic hair tickling my stomach, and his god-beautiful nipples with a
light dusting of hair right in front of me. I took the left one and bit down
just a little. I kissed and sucked, and then did the same to the other one.
I moved my body again downward even more until he had his bush right in
front of my face.
I teased his dick in my hand until it was rock hard. I pushed it into my
mouth and began pleasuring him again. He tasted so good every time his cock
head went into my throat and deep into me. "Baby, I..." he pleaded.
I took my face out of his bush, "Oh no. I've sucked you off twice, but I
hadn't ever got to taste you, Matt."
"Right. Well taste away." With that order, I did. I sucked him slowly,
wanting him to enjoy every second of it. He kept running his fingers through
my brown hair, to the sides of my neck, and finally shoulders. He reached
down and pinched my nipples, and that just gave me more confidence. He
moaned rather loudly as he climaxed in my mouth. If I thought his kisses
tasted good, God, this was heaven.
The creamy liquid that he gave me was the most erotic thing I had ever come
in contact with in my life. I couldn't believe that this Abercrombie boy,
the all American southern kid just cummed in my mouth. I kissed his dick,
sliding my tongue up and down it. I officially was in deep with this kid.
"Oh. My. God." Yeah, it was from Friends, but it displayed how I was feeling
at that moment.
"Wow, Trae, that was amazing!" He was ecstatic, and could evidently no
longer sit still. He nearly threw me off the bed.
"I mean, yeah, okay, I'm in the floor." I was only joking, but he didn't
seem to care.
"Oh my God, you have to leave!!" He ran to the window. "My dad's here, oh my
God!"
"What? Oh my God, Matt!" I was officially about to cry. My perfect day with
him was ruined. "What do you want me to do?"
He looked at me with a panicked look on his face. I had never seen him
without his cool, confident air about him, and it made me nervous. I was
certainly aware that I was naked. Solving that problem, I ran into his
adjacent bathroom where my clothes were and put them on.
"Look at me, Matt, baby, calm the fuck down!" I grabbed his face again.
"What do you want me to do? Hide? What?"
"Um, go out the back door. Here, I'll go with you."
"You? Why? You can be here!" I said that running down the stairs.
"Cause I'm supposed to be at school, too!" He trailed behind me. I turned
around and almost laughed. He was naked, dick flapping and all. We ran
through the spacious den. I realized that I had never seen this part of his
house before. We bolted out of the back door, onto the porch, and out to the
field past the pool. I thought about all the possibilities of what I could
do.
Then the panic set in. We could go to my house. But I had no way to get
there and... I thought about a certain car in the driveway of my new lover's
house.
I didn't know what to do. When Matt kept running down that ol' field, I just
stopped and was on the edge of going crazy. Now let me tell you, I am a
rational person. I know parents aren't stupid, and I know that you can't
slide past them too easily.
"Matt, let's go back in the house!" I yelled from probably 50 feet away.
He turned and looked at me with a mix of everything from pure malice to pure
confusion. "What? And just tell him everything!? Oh God, Trae, I'm not ready
to let him know about me yet!"
"Whoa, whoa, one step at a time there." I was starting to get a grip on this
ever-increasing funny situation. "Nobody's gonna tell anything. We're
teenagers. We lie."
"Yeah, lie, okay." He bent down and put his face in his hands. "Maybe this
was a mistake, Trae."
I stood in silence for a minute. But I was pretty good at mouthing off.
"What? Me coming here was a mistake?" Suddenly, I felt like shit. I pretty
much sucked off a pretty boy, and was about to make him come out to his
apparently homophobe dad. "I mean, Matt, I can just leave. But I want to
help you explain this."
"How can we explain it?"
"Well, first of all, you know how hot you are, and so do I, but I don't
think your dad cares. So put your shirt on."
After devising a simple lie, we decided to walk back into the house. Upon
entering, I heard footsteps coming from the stairs. Appeared a 40s to 50s
who, much to my dismay, was actually cute for an old guy (kinda like
Harrison Ford; but not that hot!) "Matthew, what were you doing outside? And
why are you home? And who is this?"
I blushed. I didn't envision meeting his parents like this...screaming. But
I tried to be as congenial as possible. "Hi, Mr. Walls. I'm Trae."
"Um, hey." He didn't even trust me, being in his house at all. Couldn't
blame the guy.
"Daddy, this is Trae, my best friend." Matt came to my defense as quickly as
possible.
I could see that Matt had a lot of freedom around here. I smiled, trying not
to overdo it. "See, sir..."
He stopped me. "So you're Matthew's friends, huh?" I said yes. "Oh well,
it's nice to meet you."
"Um, you, too!" Having no idea what else to say, I decided simplicity and as
few words as possible would be a good idea.
"So Matthew, are you going to school today?" I couldn't believe my ears. I
could never get away with this by my dad.
"Yeah, Trae's taking me."
{Skip a few hours, to 4:00 PM}
After going to "school" Matt and I decided to go back to my place because my
family was never home in the afternoon till at least 7.
We walked in the door. "You know, I really wanna do more of what we did
earlier." He scathed me with his raspy voice that I was beginning to like.
I looked at him. He looked better than ever. His hair was growing out a
little, and he hadn't washed his hair that day (because of all the sex and
running, lol) so it was really fuzzy. Cute, still though.
"Yeah? What exactly do you want to do?" He reached to my waist and, to my
surprise, pushed me up against my back door of my house.
"I..." He looked away, and began playing with my hair.
"What, what do you want to do?" He looked confused. "Baby, come on, tell
me!"
"I wanted to know if I could, um, you know, maybe make love to you."
Now, the idea wasn't too out of the question. But still, I didn't even know
the guy. And I really did want to know a little more about him before he
fucked me.
"Well, yes I would love for you to." His eyes lit up when I said that. "But
Matt, I can't."
"Why not? I swear, I'm STD free. Free as a newborn baby!" I could tell he
really wanted it, but my mind was made up.
I stepped away from him and the door, and walked toward the dining room.
"You know how much I like you...but I want to get to know you better. I
don't even know your middle name!"
"Bernard, if you must know." He smiled and planted a kiss on me. "Anything
else?"
"How old were you when you did anything sexual?"
"14."
"Young."
"Anything else?" He kept holding me, not getting an inch farther away.
"How did you get so beautiful?" I decided to finally have a serious moment
with him.
He was evidently caught off guard. "What?" His eyes got real big, and he
just stared at me.
"You heard me. I think you're beautiful." I smiled, wanting to know his
reaction.
"Well, uh, thank you." He said it so quietly that I barely heard him. His
raspy voice was nothing more than a whisper.
I kissed him on the lips. No tongue. Just...oh my God. Could I have feelings
for this guy after only two days? I was in way over my head. Why did I have
to take things so seriously? My mind kept spinning as I kissed Matt in my
foyer. The kiss stayed sweet, never getting too deep. I just stood there and
tasted him for the longest time I could remember.
His cologne, his natural aroma, all intoxicated me. The way his mouth
tasted, the way his back felt as my hands roamed it, and everything was
perfect. His hands were caressing my cheek, and I turned and kissed it.
"I don't know what's happening, Trae." He looked at me, with a blissful, yet
convoluted face up against mine.
"Me neither, but I like it." I laughed, and felt like crying, too.
I put my head on his shoulder, and felt his chest breathe up and down. He
was far better at comforting me than anybody could've been. "Don't leave,
Matt."
"I have to. It's almost seven." I looked up at the grandfather clock.
"Damn it is. You want me to drive you home?"
{Skip driving home.} We pulled up at his house. "Call me, baby."
"Don't worry." I said. "Can I kiss you?"
"Yeah." He leaned over and slipped his tongue in. "Damn that tastes good,
Trae."
He was right. His spit was like honey, and I don't care how gross that
sounds. (Besides, it's a clear reference to the Mariah Carey song "Honey"!)
I sucked on his tongue for a second, savoring him.
"Damn." I just leaned back in my seat and regretted to see him leave.
"Bye baby." He got out, and the chain on his pants dropped to the car seat.
"Here, Matt. You dropped this."
"You keep it." He leaned down and put it in my hand. "I want you to have
it."
"Thanks, Matt." I held it close to my chest. "I can't believe this."
I drove away extremely happy. I went the long way home, and rolled down my
windows, and let the cold night air inside, cleansing me. I want him, I
thought. I already missed him, and I couldn't stop thinking about him. It
was official. I was in deep.
******
Well, how was that for a touching chapter? Sorry there was no sex in there,
but our real-life sex life started off pretty slowly as you can read. We got
heated up more and more, and finally peaked a couple of days ago...ouch,
still a little sore! Haha! Anyway, sorry for the lateness of this chapter,
but it should tide you over.